Things that don't suck
Things that don't suck Water and lemon, yes, just water and lemon. Saturday mornings devoid of alarms. Saturday nights alone with no plan. Numbers that make my doctors smile. Numbers that matter in control, well in line. Her perfume. Her laughter. Her all. Number 7. Number 3. Windy winters by the lagoon. Rainy naps and bus rides sitting. New books in my bag. New lines in my mind. Poems by women. By Rupi. By Gioconda. By my dear students. By Maya. By my daughter. Heavy secrets let loose. Bs As coffee shops. Chaotic book cases. Bulgy baby-carrying bellies. Hot mate. Icy lemonade. Small flowery gardens. Mint chewing gums. Unexpected hugs. Words and more words that rhyme. Old trunks. Indoor swings. Colourful spectacles. Loose light dresses. Unplanned gatherings. Films set in NY. Fresh flowers in a pot. Photographs. Taking photographs. Storing pictures, sheltering moments. Remembering. Remembering. Recycled furniture. Comfy shoes. Nard-smelling candles.